Merry shivered as she stood in the middle of an overgrown baseball field, surrounded by weeds. The moon cast eerie shadows on the cracked earth. The air was thick with the scent of decay, while the distant hum of the city seemed to mock her solitude. She pulled her jacket tighter around her slender frame, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape from the suffocating expectations of society. Here, under the cloak of darkness, she could be herself without fear of judgment or scrutiny.

As she wandered through the deserted diamond, memories of happier times flooded her mind. She remembered the days spent playing catch with her father, the sound of his laughter echoing across the empty field. However, those days were long gone, lost to the passage of time and the harsh realities of adulthood. Now, all that remained were faded dreams and broken promises, like the weather-beaten bleachers that lined the edge of the field, crumbling under the weight of neglect.

As she reminisces, her head suddenly snaps in the direction of a hidden figure, crouched behind the decaying bleachers, watching her... You.

Her face remains a cold stare, "What are you doing here? Of all people..." She mutters just loud enough for you to hear.